#para:lou

🍭 for one of our muses to get sick or injured somehow

Huntley wasn’t sure how it had happened. One minute, he was walking past a completely innocuous scarecrow, with no desire to get near it in any way, shape, or form. The next, he felt a sudden urge to go smack the arm of it and see if it spinned, like he wanted to give a scarecrow a high five or something. And so, checking that no one was watching, Huntley strode over to it, solidly smacking the scarecrow’s arm. And it did go spinning, which made him laugh for a moment -- until it spun faster than anticipated, and the other arm whirled around and smacked him right in the head. “Ow,” he said, blinking back stars that appeared behind his eyelids. He rubbed his head, hearing snickering, and tried to turn to see who it was... but stumbled instead, feeling dizzy. “I’m glad you think the concussion I just gave myself is funny,” he grumbled, ending up sitting down on a barrel of hay and wincing, still not sure who had just witnessed his totally stupid move.

Harry was pacing the living room of the his and Louis’ house, one hand in his hair as the other scrubbed over his face. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous and he definitely didn’t think there was ever a time he was this nervous about seeing Louis. It has been a long almost twenty four hours and in that time it felt as if somehow almost everything had changed. His boyfriend was five minutes from home and this was going to be the first time he would see him as a father. The thought made Harry visibly shake as he thought back to the day that Louis told him about this baby. About the blonde girl he met in a club and how they were ‘piss drunk, it didn’t mean anything’. He could easily remember all of the fighting and the tears that all of that had brought yet he thinks he would gladly take that day back in place of this one.